>Their conference room was sterile - glass walls and windows, grays and whites and blacks. The window shades were pulled halfway down to mitigate the afternoon sun. While Andrea prepared for the big meeting, her boss was railing Melissa 4 stories above. Working all day, making sure that all of his notes were prepped, all of his slides were prepared, and the conference rooms was set up, only to know that they were up there, and that bitch Melissa was getting what I worked so hard for. Sandwiches and paninis were all spread out on the conference table, with everyone's specific order laid into place. Laid. Andrea thought about that for a moment. Melissa was such an upstart, so fucking cute and still in her twenties and with tit's that hadn't started to sag yet. And they were up there, probably all hot and sweaty and fucking. And they were about to come down. The other partners filed in. They sat down, did the obligatory chatter about golf and where their children went to school, and then Mark and Melissa came down, sweating, and looking like they had just gone to the bathroom to clean up. Andrea pulled out the chair for Melissa, as she sat next to Mark. >Good Afternoon, I hope you all had an easy time getting to the office. There are sandwiches for you all, as per order. Melissa, did you get a toasted tuna panini? It really smells like hot fish over here.